(I took this in our driveway right after we pulled up and after I had called 911)
July 11th, 2011 around 7pm our neighbors house caught on fire by a moped that they had running on their porch. We were at Brian's brother's home about a 1/4 mile from our house when we saw the plumes of black smoke coming from the direction of our home. We raced over to our house to find the house two doors down completely engulfed in flames. We parked and yanked out our garden house and started spraying the side of the homes and the pine needles and grass so they wouldn't catch on fire. Brian was literally putting out little fires in the pine needles from falling debris catching on fire. Luckily, no one was injured. We stayed up until around midnight helping salvage anything and cleaning soot off of his belongings that made it, and giving out water and offering up our bathroom. One of the saddest and scariest nights of my life.
(This is the morning after. Brandon is standing in our driveway next to the van pointing towards the burnt house.)